Tuesday 22 November 2011

I love the way..........



That you finish my sentence before I manage to get my words out...
That you ask me to talk when we are laid side by side, just so that you can fall asleep to my voice......
That you know all my secrets but keep them hidden and tucked in with yours....
That you are so big and strong but lay your head on my lap so vulnerably....
That you are quick to teach but quicker to learn....
That you never make me feel like there is anything else I need or want....
That you listen to my thoughts and lift my head to the sky when it only wants to look down....
That you are the most delightful and most precious person I have ever come across...

 That you love me as much as I love you. x




If I told you a fairy tale would you expect a happy ending? Perhaps the Frog never becomes a Prince, perhaps the Princess was led to believe that the Frog was the one worth kissing. Perhaps the Frog needed to teach the Princess valuable life lessons so that she could get away from the swamp and build a stronger castle......

             Do not wait for Prince Charming because he is too lazy to leave his castle.....
                             Wait for your Knight in shining armour - because he will fight for you.


With love to my Knight.... :)



Having a few days to write and re group, in the studio on Thursday can't wait!! Til then peace out

Elle xo

Monday 21 November 2011

2 mins of my time went into a lifetime of yours

"The last time was not forever"

I sit and wonder if you mean the words that roll delicately from your tongue. I hear the broken promises and the precious changes that will never spring to life. 

These words should sting your heart and imprint there for a while

A faithful hand returns to give no matter how its fingers are singed. Like a dog to the blind, it can always be trusted, and as your memory remembers the way in the dark, you will always find your way back to this. Silently wishing that the last time will in fact be forever, but addiction takes over. In the depth of the soul is a small whispering voice. If you listen to it then it shall become louder and burst into song like a spring lamb just born. Or you could pretend it was the howling of the wind and close the window to shut it out.

 "If you left forever then why are you back like a large print offending my eyes."
 "Because you left the door ajar, in the hopes that I might send you a postcard."





Just something I wrote whilst trying to piece my mind together again.

Ellenyi